Fishing - Sea Lice in Salmon?

"Dave LaCourse" wrote in message
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On Tue, 4 Apr 2006 07:17:28 -0700, "Tom Nakashima"
wrote:

When the Chef gives you freebees, that means he likes you and wants you to
come back, and when he brings out his collection of personal
saki...heaven!

I was in Japan for a few years in the late 50s. I dated a beautiful
young Japanese girl by the name of Sayoko san. She would prepare
meals for me, but never sushi. We would go to a sushi bar for that.
She preferred going to the NCO Club for tenderloin steaks, but a
couple of times a month we would go to the same sushi bar and we would
eat in a fashion exactly as you described. The chef knew us and would
make a big deal of greeting us. Sayoko knew what I liked and didn't
like, and would order for me, sometimes with the chef giving me a
wonderful smile. I would tell him he is "itchie bon" (number one) and
he would bow and smile. We always thanked him in Japanese and left a
good tip (about 500 yen, which was $1.50 US).

I loved most of the Japanese food I tried, but could not be near
anyone who ate the dried seaweed that came in a bag like our potato
chips do. Sayoko and I would be in a movie house in Yokohama and
someone near us would open a bag of that stuff. I can still smell it.
I'd get up and change seats with Sayoko giggling. She had the most
beautiful face and perkiest breasts, and ......... most wonderful
memories of 50 years ago......

Dave

When I roomed with two Japanese Students, many years ago, one of them was
dating a former Miss Japan contestant. "She's a Beauttieeeee", as Steve
Irwin the Crocodile Hunter would say, and I had a very difficult task of
controlling my own crock, at least in front of her boyfriend. Once I was up
late at night watching Johnny Carson, and she comes strolling out wearing
only two towels, one wrapped around her long wet hair, and one around her
wet body, not sure which towel was shorter. Keiko had just come out of the
shower and looked like a goddess. She sat down not to far away from me on
sofa and started up a conversation. Everything was going so smooth as we
shared tea, and I swear I could see a patch of back underneath that
mini-towel when she curled her long legs on the sofa. Then she said she was
hungry, got up and bought back a bag of those Japanese Rice crackers, just
like the ones you described up above. She was munching on them like fat rat
in a cheese factory....yes, the **** hit the fan...Herrrrrrre's Johnny, NOT.
So I went to bed alone that early morning with the windows wide open, think
I may have even sprayed a little Lysol in the room.
-tom